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Castle Town Whore	By : cno Category: Zelda > General Views: 30225 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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[AUTHORS NOTE: Wow, this was actually tough to write for some reason. Just couldn't put words on paper. But it's finally done. I have one more chapter planned, and hopefully it won't take as long as this one did. Please leave reviews because I appreciate them all. It inspires me to keep writing. Thanks :) ]

It had been a week since Malon's last late night excursion. The money she had earned bought them more time, but they were still in over their heads. To make matters worse, an entire crate of milk had been knocked over while trying to load it onto the wagon, not only wiping out a lot of potential income, but adding more costs as they would need to purchase new bottles. Link was optimistic as always, but seeing as they were roughly 2000 rupees in debt, she knew things weren't going to "work out" on their own.

That night, when Link once again tried to get her in the mood, she forced herself to yawn and claimed to be worn out. It was obvious that he was starting to grow frustrated with their lack of physical intimacy recently, but he didn't say anything. He turned to face the other direction and closed his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep. 20 minutes later, when Malon heard the first fits of snoring coming from the other side of the bed, she quietly rolled out from under the blanket and made her way to the spare bedroom.

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"No more than 30. That's my final offer."

Malon sighed with frustration. "I already told you, no less than 60. I'm not running a charity here." She wasn't even sure if she'd be willing to have sex with him for double that, considering how disgusting this man was. He had to weigh at least 230 pounds, which was impressive for barely being taller than 5'5. He reeked of alcohol and what she assumed was sweat, and she had to force herself not to heave at the thought of touching him. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he was going to go away.

"There's no way you're worth 60 rupees. I had a girl twice as pretty as you last week for 40." He said, wiping grease and sweat off his face. Malon couldn't resist rolling her eyes at his assertion. If he did in fact have sex with a prostitute for 40 rupees, she was either incredibly ugly, disease ridden, or actually a man.

"Well, good for you, but like I said, I won't go lower than 60. Now leave me alone, you're scaring everyone else away."

Whatever the fat man was going to say was interrupted by voice from behind her. "You heard the lady. Go beg some other whore to pity-fuck you." His face turned red and he grumbled under his breath, but he turned and walked away. Malon craned her neck to see who had scared him off, and was surprised to identify him as one of her customers from last week. The one who had recognized her.

"Thank you. No what can I do for you mister? Come back for another round?" She asked, sticking her chest out a little and smiling.

The man smiled in return, reaching out and gently running his hand against her exposed shoulder. "Oh yes. See, I told my friends all about you, and we're all interested in letting you entertain us for the night."

Her smile faltered. "I don't do groups. Sorry. I'd be happy to spend some time with you though." She said with a wink.

"Oh, that's too bad. See, we managed to scrounge together 700 rupees and we were quite looking forward to helping you and your husband pay off your house. But I guess if you really don't want to..." He turned dramatically and pretending to start walking away.

"Wait!" She exclaimed, biting her lip, her mind running at a mile a minute. Having sex with a group of

men? Just a few months ago she never would have considered it. But now? 700 rupees would be a god-send. Her pride could be repaired with time. Their finances could not. "...Show me the money."

The man smiled at her change of heart. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a purse, tossing it to her casually. She caught it with both hands, then peered inside. It certainly wasn't the promised 700, but there was at least 200 rupees easy. "You have to understand Miss Malon, that the money isn't all mine. We pooled our resources you see, and my friends didn't think it was a good idea to send me into Castle Town at night with that many rupees. But I think that is a good down payment, yes?"

She weighed her options carefully, eyeing the bounty in her hand. "If I agreed" She spoke guardedly. "What would you expect me to do?"

The man shrugged nonchalantly, and turned his head, looking around the empty market, feigning disinterest. "You've been a whore for a little while now, use your imagination."

Malon bit her lip, her brain fighting with itself. She had a bad feeling about his man's intentions. There was a reason she didn't entertain groups at a time; she had never done anything like it before, and she had heard some horror stories about men in groups with one woman. It made her very uneasy. But as the man impatiently grabbed the wallet out of her hand, she realized that it might be a risk she had to take.

As the man cocked his eyebrow at her questioningly, she reluctantly nodded. He smiled and grabbed her wrist, impatiently pulling her behind him as he headed west. He wandered through the small labyrinth of buildings that made up the residential part of castle town, making her lose her barring after the third turn. Finally, he stopped outside one of the identical looking buildings, and knocked on the door with 3 hard pounds of his fist.

"Who is it?" A weasley male voice from the other side of the door questioned.

"It's me you idiot. I've got our entertainment for tonight."

The door opened far enough for a small pair of eyes to gaze through, then swung open, revealing a short, mousey looking man, complete with beady eyes and stubble on his cheeks. "Good work Jal. I didn't actually think you'd be able to pull it off." Even his voice was squeaky like a mouse.

Jal moved his free hand to the red-head's back, and pushed her through the open door, causing her to stumble for a moment before she recaught her balance. "Like I said, whores are whores for a reason. You just gotta throw money at them and they'll bend to your will." He kept pushing her further into the building while the mousey-man closed the door behind them. She thought she heard the sound of a lock clicking into place as well.

The house's interior was very plain, simple wood making up the majority of the furniture and decor. Not exactly what she expected from a group who managed to scrounge together 700 rupees in less than a week. He led her to a large, open room where three other men were sitting around a round table, playing cards and drinking. At their approach, the trio looked up, then began drunkenly cheering, their game immediately forgotten.

The men began moving towards her, surrounding her on all sides. She twisted her face into a reluctant smile and put her hands up, creating a pseudo barrier between her and the strange men. "Hold on guys." She said, trying to sound lighthearted. "I want half the money upfront."

One of the men behind her lifted his small skirt and placed his hand on her ass, squeezing gently. The three men in front of her looked at each other in confusion. The one in the middle spoke: "We already gave Jal half of it to get you to come here. You're here, so you already have it."

Her eyes widened and she tried to swat the strange hand away from her ass. "He promised me 700 rupees. There were hardly 200 in the purse he showed me." There was an odd mix of reactions to that revelation. The man on the left broke into laughter as if it was the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard. The man in the middle sighed and slapped his palm to his forehead, shaking his head. The man to the right just looked confused. The hand on her ass returned and squeezed harder. From behind, she heard Jal mutter smugly, "Oops."

She turned, and tried to move back towards the entrance, but the stranger groping her ass put both hands on her shoulders and stopped her progress. "Hold on now sweetie. You came all the way down here, and you got these guys in a dizzy. So what that the money isn't as high as you thought. Still probably more than you'll make any other night." As he talked, he moved his right hand to his pants, and began undoing his belt. "Now be a good whore and suck my dick." He said, pushing her down onto her knees.

She put her hands on his thighs out of habit, and bit her lip and she was forced to eye his dick once again. The odds of her making it out of the house without incident were low, and he had raised a good point about the money; 400 rupees was certainly no small amount of change. She probably wouldn't have followed him if he had told her the truth, but that didn't matter now, she was here, and now there were 400 rupees on the line. She opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his cock.

There was a drunken cheer of approval as the others witnessed Malon fellate their apparent leader. After a few moments of simply watching her suck, they all began freeing their own dicks from the constraining fabric of their pants. As Jal not so gently pushed her head further down onto his meat, one of the men bent over and pushed the top of Malon's shirt down, freeing her large round breasts. The horny men all muttered their approval. "You weren't lying Jal. She's got some great tits." One said, stroking his stiffening rod. Another agreed. "I love her perky little nipples. Just begging to be pulled." He did just that, causing Malon to wince and groan around the cock in her mouth.

The men circled around her, one on her right taking hold of her wrist and moving it to his dick, which was already bigger than the one in her mouth. She quickly got the hint, and began pumping her fist up and down his length, eliciting a chuckle from him at her obedience. Another man mirrored the action on her other side, and pulled her other hand to his erection. Jal roughly fucked her face, trying to get her to choke, but she managed to fit the entirety of his meat down her gullet without gagging. As he pistoned himself down her throat, she tried to maintain a decent pace on the cocks in her hands, but found it extremely difficult due to the amount of things happening to her at once.

Another one of the men crouched down behind her, and took hold of her sizable breasts, squeezing them roughly in his hands. Malon closed her eyes as her head was bobbed up and down, and her hands rubbed back and forth. She tried not think about she was doing, and instead focusing on getting it over with. The men around her hummed contentedly, muttering their approval as they used her for their pleasure. She felt her nipples get pinched and pulled, making her cry out, which was muffled by the cock pistoning out of her mouth.

Her cry of pain pushed Jal past the point of no return, and he redoubled his efforts to pound his meat down her throat, his breathing quickening. “Oh god, suck it you dirty slut. You fucking whore, you love it don’t you. Ahhh fuck.” He practically hissed as he held the poor girl’s head and went to town thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth, scraping the head against her tongue. The two men Malon had been jerking off were forced to thrust their erections into her palms because the intense face-fucking proved too much for her to handle. Finally, graciously, Jal pulled most of his length out of her mouth, only leaving a few inches rubbing against her tongue frantically. He ejaculated into her mouth with a large sigh, gripping her hair while he shot his cum into the back of her throat. The sudden introduction of the hot, salty liquid made her gag and cough, but before she could pull away, he shoved more of his length into her mouth and pulled her head closer. “Swallow it whore.”

The loud, reluctantly gulp finally caused him to release his hold on her, allowing her to pull away and take a deep breath. Jal laughed cruelly and gave her a sarcastic pat on the head. “Such a good little cocksucker. Who wants to go next?” He asked, looking to his friends with a smirk. They smiled in return, but the one she was jerking off with her right hand said: “Why just use one hole? A good whore like this surely would love to pleasure more than one guy at once.” Before she could vocalize dissent, the man behind her lifted her off the ground, making her let go of the dicks in her hands. The stranger who had just talked laid down on his back, stroking his 7 inch erection with his left hand. She was unceremoniously dropped ontop of him, her knees banging against the floor. She let out a groan of pain, followed by another groan with the man below her moved his cock to her moist pussy lips, dragging the tip against her folds.

Someone grabbed her hair, and pulled her attention up to the red, pulsing rod in front of her face. The stranger pressed the head against her lips, and she hesitantly opened, allowing him to push inside her warm orifice. At almost the same time, she felt the other large phallus penetrate her, thrusting deep into her pussy, stretching her moist hole. She moaned in discomfort and tried to move her hands to the thighs of the man in front of her. Unfortunately, her hands were quickly annexed by the man who had been groping her tits earlier, along with the mouse-like man who had joined the party. Some part of her consciousness wanted to laugh at the ridiculous scene unfolding. There she was, spread out on the floor, being spit-roasted by two strangers, and jerking off two others. Just 2 months ago we would have laughed if someone told her she would be the centerpiece of a small orgy. If only her dad could see her now.

The hard, deep thrusts of the man underneath her forced her head forward, causing her to take more of the stranger’s cock into her mouth. The thick meat made her open her jaw as wide as possible to accommodate his girth, but luckily, like Jal’s, it wasn’t impressively long. It might cause her jaw to ache, but she most likely wouldn’t gag on it. The cock in her pussy, however, was quite a piece of work. He was trying valiantly to shove all of it inside her tight passage, but her walls weren’t budging. He ended up bashing against her cervix with an extra half inch to spare, causing her eyes to cross, her body to spasm, and her to cry out. Mercifully, he exerted some self control and didn’t thrust that deep again, although he came awfully close. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers rang out around the room, complemented by the lewd, wet slurping of Malon on the dick in her mouth, and the grunts, chuckles and heavy breathing of the men using her.

The man fucking her face was apparently overwhelmed by the stimulation of her talented tongue and the incredibly obscene display of the beloved, innocent farm girl being used like a fuck-toy, as his breathing quickened and he began thrusting himself into her mouth frantically. His cock exploded its sticky, white payload onto her tongue, almost making her recoil at its unappealing salty flavor. But like a good girl, she gathered her will and forced the load down with a gulp, swallowing her second batch of cum of the night.

The man pulled his cock from between her lips after she finished licking his rod clean. He stood up, smacking his deflating member against her cheek before he did so. Malon barely had a few moments to breathe normally before the stranger she had been jerking with her right hand scurried to the vacant spot in front of her and presented his erection. She sighed mentally as the forceful thrusts of the man underneath her pushed her face closer to the hard pole, and dutifully opened her mouth, allowing the mushroom head to slide between her lips. A particularly hard pound into her pussy made her groan, her tongue vibrating against the stranger’s cock. “Ohh yeah, I like it when you moan. You love sucking cock don’t you?” She responded with a quick dart of her tongue under the head of his penis.

She almost didn’t notice the mousey-man slip out of her grip, but he began laughing to himself as he stood up and moved behind her. She heard him spit onto his hand, and a moment later, she realized his intention. She waved her arms frantically, trying to signal to him that what he wanted was off-limits, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He crouched down, and aimed his length towards her last unoccupied hole. He gently spread her cheeks with one hand, and pushed the tip against her puckered hole with the other. Malon tried to yell at him to stop, to wait his turn or to let her jack him off, but all that came out were muffled exclamations.

As he purposefully pushed the head of his cock into her virgin ass, her eyes bugged out in her head, and she clawed into the thighs of the man in front of her as her sphincter was stretched. The man fucking her pussy was apparently turned on by her reaction, because he redoubled his efforts, pounding deep into her over and over again. The mousey-man kept sliding his meat deeper into her tight tunnel, despite her body telling her there was no way she could fit anymore. Meanwhile, the stranger with his dick in her mouth grew tired of her unfocused sucking, and began thrusting himself into her mouth, and down into her throat, finally making her gag roughly.

Malon’s senses betrayed her. Her mind burned with the overwhelming stimulation. The pleasure from the dick in her pussy mixed with the pain of the cock in her ass, and the combination was made fuzzy by the thick meat down her gullet. The result was simply an all-encompassing whitewash that could only be described as “feeling”. Some part of her thought that she could feel tears sliding down her cheeks, and pained moans muffled by the intrusion down her throat, but she couldn’t even be sure of that. She was utterly helpless as the strange men took what they wanted from her. It was everything she had been warned about as a child, everything she feared when she began entertaining strange men for money.

And she liked it.

Against all reason, against all logic, her pussy was practically gushing, her face was flushed, and her brain was not telling her to stop. Something about the incomparable feeling of being completely full plus the extreme submission was boiling her blood and fanning a fire in her loins. Her muffled protests turned into whorish moans in between gags. She unconsciously rotated her hips, shoving her ass further back, allowing for deeper penetration for both men pounding away at her holes. In the corner, the 2 men she had already pleased had began stroking their cocks again, watching the spectacle with evil smiles.

Malon was caught off guard when her pussy was filled to the brim with the stranger’s cum. The sensation of his hot seed shooting into her womb would normally cause her despair, but instead it caused her to moan around the cock in her mouth. The vibration of her tongue against his sensitive length, combined with his frantic face-fucking pushed him over the edge as well. He pulled his dick from her lips, and roughly barked: “Stick out your tongue whore.” She enthusiastically obliged him, surprising herself with her willingness to indulge in the depravity. As her light pink tongue gutted out of her mouth, the man groaned and shot the first rope, catching her across the nose. The second landed closer to her mouth, one string landing on her exposed tongue. The last one managed to get enough distance to land on her chin.

Malon closed her eyes as the last man relentlessly pounded away at her ass, clearly approaching his own climax as well. Her tongue darted down onto her chin, picking up some of the warm, salty seed the stranger felt on her face. She swallowed with a slightly exaggerated gulp, tasting the bitter fluid. She felt rough hands on her tits, followed by squeezing and pinching, and let out a moan. The moan was apparently the last thing her anal lover needed, as he buried his cock into her ass, and poured his cum into her rectum. It was probably the strangest sensation Malon had ever experienced, but it was not all-together unpleasant. When he had finished, he reluctantly pulled his cock out with a soft pop, pulling some of his seed along with him, and then casually pushed her over onto her side to the floor.

She felt completely wiped, with no energy to even try to stand up. She did manage to open her eyes, however, and was greeted by the sight of the first two men, pumping their fists up and down their stiffened cocks. The first one leaned down quickly, and pointed the tip towards her large chest, and sprayed a fresh coat of semen onto her perfect tits, soaking the left one more than the right. His partner had different intentions; he roughly grabbed her by the hair, and pulled up off the ground a bit. He pumped his cock right next to her face, making her eye the angry red rod until the tip erupted, making a complete mess of her cute visage. When he was satisfied, after the fourth shot, he released his grip, causing her head to fall hard to the floor.

Everyone in the room worked to catch their breath, the smell of cum and sex rampant in the air. After another minute of silence, Jal walked over to a desk near the north wall and opened the drawer. He pulled out a coin purse, and after weighing it in his hand dramatically, he threw it at the ground near where Malon was trying to recover. “You did a good job whore. We’ll be in touch if we need your...services again. Now get out.”

Malon blinked, then blinked again. Surely they weren’t going to just kick her out like that, they would give her time to gather energy and get cleaned up...

She was proven wrong when Jal and another of the men grabbed her by the arms and picked her up when she didn’t respond. They carried her to the front door, separating her weight between the two of them, not wasting any time. “Wait, no, please, let me get cleaned up first!” She tried to reason with them, but Jal just laughed. “Why? You’ll just be covered with cum again soon anyway. Be proud whore.” They kicked the door open and roughly dropped her on the ground outside. The mouse-man appeared in the doorway long enough to throw the coin purse at her, which she was fast enough to stop from hitting her face, then slammed the door shut.

She sat there, her ass sitting on the cold stone road staring at the door in disbelief. A minute later, she came to her senses, and tried to fix her outfit. The cups of her shirt that “covered” her breasts only hid some of the streaks of cum on her chest, and her skirt wasn’t going to do much to hide the cum oozing out of her pussy and ass for very long. Not to mention the cum on her face. She just hoped she wouldn’t run into anyone who could recognize her as the hard-working leader of Lon-Lon Ranch she made her way back to Epona. Luckily, all the passersbys saw was just a lowly whore of Castle Town, covered in the cum of her customers. As she pulled herself onto her horse, she couldn’t help but wonder how right they were.
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